Last spark from the ashes

Bryn returns the man's greeting with a friendly nod, and she only sneaks one glance back at him. She's never actually seen anyone dead outside of a movie, and for all she knows he's another alien, but... that guy really doesn't look well to her. Still, she's been making an effort not to stare at anyone, and she's caught up watching the gun-seller work. She gathers her future self has a much stronger affinity for weapons, and she's... trying to understand the appeal.

Ghost, on the other hand, startles so hard you'd think he'd been caught reading their commander's diary. "Jesse! I- I'm glad to see you're all right! This is... um, a little strange to explain, but my Guardian fell victim to another Nexus... phenomenon."

Bryn, who's stepped back from the stall to take in this turn of events, decides that's her cue to interject. She lifts a hand in greeting, half grinning at the absurdity of the situation. "Hi. I'm Bryn, though I understand I'm normally... quite a lot older? Nobody's told me how much. I take it I know you, too."

"Yes." Ghost looks between them, anxiously monitoring the cowboy's reaction. Both their reactions, really. "Jesse is a good friend of ours."